my roots are ancient
gnarled reaching fingers
clawing and grabbing
and dancing with earthworms
branches are cleaner
electric sap highways
with plumage green freedom
reaching for heaven
my trunk, though,
it's hollowing
secretly dying
riddled with parasites
gnawing, grating, devouring
my bark becomes tarnished
with wounds of the flesh
knife-carved graffiti
reminders of rapture
you are the woodsman
with sharp gleaming ax
doomed to destroy me
in all my lost majesty
now I'm in pieces
bits of sawdust and soul
and I shift and crumble
under the weight of your boots
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